Cordelia barely restrained her scream as she turned off the TV in the dingy hotel room. Warren had been prepared to gain the powers of Jasmine. He'd already set up override signals to get himself on TV as quickly as possible. The misogynist bastard had taken great joys in the disgusting behavior he'd made women do. Hell women didn't even call themselves women anymore. They called themselves sluts or whores or bitches or other degrading names. He'd set up polls so women could go vote and "choose" to remove all laws protecting them.
And he'd had fun with TV. Appropriate for the nerd he was Warren had had witches under his control restore Star Trek actors to their youth and resurrect those who'd died. She could watch a version of Star Trek on virtually every channel. Or Dark Angel where Max discovered that she'd actually been designed as a sex slave for male soldiers. Or Charmed where there was a new group replacing the Elders and the Charmed Ones main threat was women who were resisiting becoming happy horny sex slaves. P3 was now a strip club. The newspapers feature pics of famous bombshells he's had resurrected such as Rita Heyworth and Marilyn Monroe. It was impossible to escape it.
Literally. SHe couldn't reascend despite Jasmine's power being gained by someone. Not that she wanted to.. She wanted to fix things. She just didn't know how.
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Downstairs a group of scantily clad women entered the hotel.
The lead women, a short blond approached the desk clerk. "Hi, you have nice tits."
"Thank you. Yours are nice too.""
"We're here on behalf of the master. You sent in a tip about a slut who's acting very strangely."
"She's been in her room for several weeks and there's been no men with her and whenever she goes out which is rare... well her clothes cover a lot."
"Which room is she in?" |